Get ready for a fire diss track aimed at Dimtri, where we drop bars about wealth, success, and calling out a 'bitch' who thinks he can play the piano. This track combines hard-hitting lyrics with smooth beats, showcasing our musical prowess while putting Dimtri in his place.
Verse 1 (Drake):
Yo, Dimtri, look at me, I'm stacking racks,
While you play the piano, I'm making these tracks.
Rich as hell, I laugh while you hit those keys,
You a little bitch, man, just stop, please.
Chorus (Playboi Carti):
Dimtri, Dimtri, where you at?
Trying to flex, but you ain't on the map.
Bitch, just admit it, you can't compete,
I'm up in this game, you can't take a seat.
Verse 2 (Drake):
Caught you at the party, acting all fake,
While I'm popping bottles, you just take a break.
You think you slick, but I see right through,
I'm the real deal, can't compare to you.
Chorus (Playboi Carti):
Dimtri, Dimtri, where you at?
Trying to flex, but you ain't on the map.
Bitch, just admit it, you can't compete,
I'm up in this game, you can't take a seat.
Verse 3 (Drake):
Counting all this money, what you even doing?
While you play your scales, I'm out here moving.
You can run your mouth, but we both know the truth,
In this game of life, I'm the one with the proof.
Chorus (Playboi Carti):
Dimtri, Dimtri, where you at?
Trying to flex, but you ain't on the map.
Bitch, just admit it, you can't compete,
I'm up in this game, you can't take a seat.
Outro (Drake):
So let it sink in, Dimtri, it's not a dream,
I'm the one shining, I'm the one on the team.
Your piano skills? Don't care, just sit tight,
I'm the one with the crown, come step in the spotlight.
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its about me dissing a guy named dimtri calling him a bitch talking about how im rich and saying dimtri play the piano your a fucking btich
Drake, Playboi Carti